Written on Thursday, March 23, 2006 by Jessica

Update: Today is Friday, and people are now teasing me about the medicine chest I have here at my desk -- Robitussin, Sudafed, and Tylenol. Bob drove all the way to Indian River to get me the Sudafed. It wasn't stocked at the gas station on the way home because the active ingredient in Sudafed is used to produce crystal meth. In Michigan, all medications containing that ingredient must now be kept behind a pharmacy counter. You can still buy it without a prescription, but it has to be monitored by a pharmacy. Thanks to my cousin, Michelle, who works the pharmacy counter where Bob went. He nearly bought a less-effective version that is stocked in the aisle, but Michelle spotted him and set him straight! Thanks, Michelle! Thanks, Bob!

Written on Friday, March 03, 2006 by Jessica

I had a horrific dream last night. Two friends and I were being pursued by two predators. (Do you remember the movie Predator? The predator was an alien creature who hunted humans and kept trophies from each. Early in the movie, the predator kills a guy and pulls out his spinal column as a souvenir. Arnold Schwarzenegger is the hero who eventually kills it.)

In my dream, there were no Schwarzeneggeresqe heroes. We were all killed, and as I lay there dying from a mortal chest wound but not yet dead, the predator pulled out the baby to keep as a trophy. The worst part is that the baby was still alive, too.